socalfunplaces Chapter 1342 The Crossroads of Destiny
Chapter 1342 The Crossroads of Destiny
Ying was taken aback by these words, but then she reacted and retorted sarcastically, "And what about you? Why don't you just go and kill my brother? It seems you're quite a coward too."
Faced with this pointed question, Ronawa avoided answering, merely glancing at Ying before abruptly changing the subject and directly stating her conditions.
"Now, you have two choices."
"Either, you take orders from a coward 'Alice' or a 'Rhinedoth' whose brain has been gnawed by the hounds of the beast realm, and be made a fool of by them."
She paused, and although she listed the first option, the disdain in her tone was undisguised.
Immediately afterwards, she stepped forward, radiating the oppressive aura of the ruler of death, and offered a second option.
"Or, choose me, the ruler of death! I believe you know me well. I set the rules of Natta! I am the embodiment of death, 'Nabelis' rules life, and I rule death!"
"Your brother will destroy the world, but you will save it!"
Ying finally understood the meaning behind Ronawa's words: one was telling her to kill her husband, and the other was telling her to kill her brother!
Sure enough, you guys are all a bunch of hypocritical bastards!
"In the end, you're no different from Alice and the others! You all like to use the so-called 'big picture' and 'stability' as a pretext."
"Since you claim to be so strong, why don't you kill my brother yourself? Why drag me into this and use me as a tool to do your dirty work?"
Faced with Ying's angry questioning, Ronawa's face remained calm. She neither argued nor became angry, but simply looked at her quietly.
After she had vented her anger, Ronawa slowly spoke, offering a seemingly irrefutable suggestion in a calm tone.
"I am capable of taking action. But have you considered the consequences?"
“I killed Kong. After that, you will have to deal with Alice’s entanglement, the rule of life and the rule of time on your own, and you may even incur the relentless revenge of the remnants of the Abyss Order.”
“They will unleash all their hatred on you, your lover, and your daughter, and I believe you are aware of that.”
She paused, deliberately softening her tone, as if stating a very simple fact.
"But if you choose to work for me and help me solve the problem, I can protect you and let you live a peaceful life in Nata."
"And I will personally take action to eradicate the Abyss Cult and completely eliminate any future troubles you may have."
"You only need to do one thing to gain a lifetime of security. Isn't that a very worthwhile trade?"
"A good deal?"
Ying seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and pointed at Ronawa's nose, cursing loudly:
"Using the excuse of 'doing it for others' own good,' they force others to do things they don't want to do, and even hurt their own family members!"
"What kind of gods are you? You don't even have the most basic principles!"
Ronawa gently shook her right index finger, correcting the mistake in her words with an indifferent gaze and a flat tone.
"First of all, I am the Regent of Death, and I wield the final rules of Teyvat, not the 'god' you speak of."
"Those seven earthly rulers you call gods are nothing more than rules and regulations in my eyes."
"Secondly, this is the truth." She withdrew her finger, her tone calm to the point of cruelty.
"I have given you a choice: to live a peaceful life or to be swept into the vortex of justice and the abyss with your brother and suffer eternal damnation. It all depends on whether you can make the decision."
……
In short, things have come to this point, and there's no point in arguing any further.
Given Jonawa's strength and status, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree; his small arm could not twist the thigh. Any resistance seemed extremely pale in the face of the absolute power difference.
Ying took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and the anger on her face gradually faded.
However, she didn't rush to respond to the matter of the transaction. Instead, she took the opportunity to look up at Ronava and said softly, "Could you answer a question for me while you're at it?"
Ronawa had expected Ying to either vehemently refuse or be forced to agree, but to her surprise, Ying suddenly asked a question. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked with great curiosity:
"You have a problem? What problem?"
In her opinion, Ying should be most concerned about the transaction itself, rather than other unimportant matters.
"It's about our little dragon." Ying's voice became even softer.
"Is our little dragon sick or not? You are the ruler of death, in charge of the rules related to death, you should know about this, right?"
Upon hearing that it concerned the remnants of the dragon race, Ronawa's face showed a hint of understanding. She didn't deliberately make things difficult for him and readily replied:
"You mean that little fin dinosaur? Okay, no problem."
She paused, then slowly revealed the truth: "Do you remember the granular fruit your dragon ate a little over a month ago?"
"The fruit was poisoned by Kukulkan with a special kind of 'poison'. This poison is not fatal and will not take its life. It will only make it weak and listless, and make it feel uncomfortable for a while."
"Kukulkan's goal is to use this little dragon to restrain you, and even more so to use the dragon bloodline in the little dragon to avenge the dragon race and destroy the world under the rule of Heaven."
Then, Jonawa changed the subject and calmly began to speak:
"But just now, Kukulkan's plan has failed. I have completely removed the power imprint he set up. The 'poison' on your little dragon will also dissipate. There's no problem now. You can go home with me in peace."
Upon hearing this news, Ying's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, a huge weight lifted from her heart, and a long-lost sense of ease appeared on her face. She unconsciously murmured to herself:
"Oh, that's good... at least Xiaolong is alright, that's the best news we've had in a while."
Finally, there's something good...
Seeing that she had said everything she needed to say—the terms of the deal and the truth about Xiaolong—Ronawa decided not to linger any longer and ended the meeting.
"Okay, I've answered your question and given you a choice. I hope you'll consider it carefully and not disappoint me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ronawa's figure gradually became transparent, and she was about to completely disappear in the next second.
She glanced at Ying one last time, her eyes holding no threat, only a certainty about the outcome, as if Ying's choice had been expected all along.
Ying stood there, silent, watching Ronawa's figure gradually disappear, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
……
Inside the Turan Volcano, on the battlefield where a fierce battle once raged with the Ancient Mystic Dragon, the smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated, and the air still carried the metallic stench of broken mechs and the scorching heat of volcanic rock.
The ground was covered with trenches of varying depths and scattered with large pieces of broken mech wreckage.
Ying opened her eyes groggily, her consciousness still somewhat hazy. She felt light and airy, as if she were being held firmly in someone's arms.
"Hmm..." she hummed softly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as her vision gradually cleared.
The one holding her was Kong.
Seeing my dear little sister finally wake up in my arms, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down. I had been crying so hard, with snot and tears streaming down my face.
(Of course, this description is somewhat exaggerated; it's more a reflection of lingering fear.)
He gently patted Ying's back and said with great concern, "Little sister, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"
Ying, having recovered her senses, saw Kong's "disheveled" yet comical appearance. Her previously drowsy mind instantly cleared, and she couldn't help but tease him:
"Hey, you old geezer, you actually care about me after all?"
Upon hearing this, Kong Yi was momentarily speechless, the tearful expression on his face froze, and then he rolled his eyes helplessly and retorted:
"Nonsense! You're my only sister, who else would I care about if not you?"
As he spoke, he carefully helped Ying up.
Then, Kong carefully examined Ying again, and seeing that she seemed to be in relatively good spirits, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief:
"However, judging from your ability to still be so witty, you should be alright. You really scared me to death just now."
Ying, rubbing her still slightly dizzy and throbbing head, swayed her body to adjust, then immediately began to scan the battlefield with her eyes, asking:
"By the way, where's our little dragon? How's the potato pancake?"
In the chaos of the battle, she hadn't had time to check on Xiaolong's condition. Now that she had woken up, her biggest concern was for the little guy.
As soon as she finished speaking, a series of "tap tap tap" footsteps came from not far away.
All you could see was the little dragon "Potato Pancake" moving its round body slowly and deliberately as it walked over.
The little guy was clean and without a single scratch. When he walked up to Ying, he even raised his little head and opened his mouth to let out a lively "dragon roar".
"Awoo~ Ah~" The potato pancake's cries were so sweet and childish that they were not intimidating at all, but rather adorable.
Seeing that her little dragon was perfectly fine and full of energy, Ying was completely relieved and a relaxed smile appeared on her face.
"It looks like everything's really alright, that's great."
She crouched down and gently patted Potato Pancake's little head, and the little guy immediately rubbed affectionately against her palm.
Paimon floated over, wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and said happily:
"Phew~ It's all over now! This adventure has finally come to a successful end. From searching for the sacred relic to fighting against the great mechanism, it's been quite a rollercoaster ride!"
As he spoke, Paimon's gaze shifted to the battlefield not far away, a look of embarrassment appearing on his face. He whispered, "The only one who might suffer is... that large mechanism not far away..."